Bramblepoint A thorn for your troubles

Aha! A wolf of clever mind! When she leaned forward he took the liberty to test the air around them too, but all he could smell was the promise of sweet flowers and springtime showers. She must be a traveller like him.

He grinned at her quip. Aye, that’s  right! and Evander squinted one eye shut, imagining as though something had jabbed it, and — yep! Confirmed. Once one eye’s gone, the other’s sure to follow.

Evander blinked both eyes back open and offered a light and easy laugh. He didn’t try to make the thorns scarce, but rolled his shoulders as though showing off the thorns he’d collected. Misguided sightseer. Ha! Now that’s a good title! Not a clue where I’m going, but hey, at least these souvenirs can tell us where we’ve been, he settled himself on a patch of clear ground, I take it you’re not from these Wilds either, then?